I think I’m rap’s Jack Kerouac. I am telling my story. I am sounding my voice in the spirit of the now and what follows. I am also using beats.

I am rhyming. Not here, in this particular statement of purpose, but generally and increasingly more often as time passes. I am reporting my life, beginning with my time spent living in Cairo and traveling outside Egypt to a host of countries in the Middle East and Asia, as well as a hitch-hiking trek through several African countries.

I sought the most pound in exchange for my buck. My thirst to embrace the new delivered me to streets, sands, soils, and shores I had never even prepared myself to dream of. Since I ache to see more, I feel like my travels have only just begun. I envision my project evolving into a pipeline which can showcase upcoming and established talent in regions across the globe.

My writings on personal experiences in the Middle East and travels through Africa are honest and heartful. As a result, my project will shock some Americans, waking them up to the everyday environments and economic realities of those living in Global South and alerting them to salient issues in the region, including the unbridled poverty and questionable practices carried out by governments and non-governmental groups vying for power.

My project will succeed where free-press news reports fail because it delivers information through music and media rather than through soulless numbers and convoluted, politically-correct quotes. In effect, my project opens a forum on these relevant global issues for future generations to raise questions and explore shared humanity across borders.

I think I’m rap’s Jack Kerouac. I am sounding my voice in the spirit of my generation and those to follow. I am expanding a true-to-roots hip-hop brand overseas and cultivating a global awareness of hard realities through stories of redemption. I am also using beats. And repetition.

Grindin() is a habit. I’m in the game on my ten toes and not looking for handouts. I am always seeking investment though, in whatever form.

“The last few decades have belonged to a certain kind of person with a certain kind of mind—computer programmers who could creank code, lawyers who could craft contracts, MBAs who could crunch numbers. But the keys to the kingdom are changing hands. The future belongs to a very different kind of person with a very different kind of mind—creators and empathizers, pattern recognizers and meaning makers. These people-artists, inventors, designers, storytellers, caregivers, consolers, big piture thinkers—will now reap society’s richest rewards and share its greatest joys.”